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...Drained of all Silken Blood, the Large Woolen Sheet for Warmth beneath My Skin... Now Blank... Not Written On, nor Printed on... Blank Sheet... Wit..
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...Consecrated within this Bright Flame..This Violent Burst of Passion Inflamed... Within Excitement We burn... Marking Trees & Paths with Blazes as a..
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... It is a Paradise for the Black Sheep, a Glorified House of Lords fixed to a Permanent Time where Lights must be Obscured, such as the Sudden Darke..
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... It Feasts upon Black Bread beneath , head adorned in a Black Cap, such as those worn by Judges in Sentencing to Death... It is a Black Diamond Ete..
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...From the Unglazed white China for Statuettes, it Entered My Heart &Spawned forth a "to the Bitter End" Spirit. Colourless from Absence & Total Abso..
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..Bethink Oneself..Reflect..Stop & Think..Be reminded by 'Ur reflection..Reflect upon its Cause..Whatever may Betide, may it Betoken a Warning..Woe be..
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Begone Begorra! ...dissatisfied and begrimed within the Dance and Charm of Your Existence...Your sensual Eyes belie Your words...they Fail to Confirm ..
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Befallen in a Silky pool of Blood, exhausted with no Resource, the End of the Beginning of the Performance of the First Part, I begin to Wish for a Co..
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Emit the Light of Our shared Affections...Allow them to Touch the Haunted Chambers of Thy mind...Radiantly reflect upon their Shine...allow the Radian..
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